My children and i lived in my great-grandmother's house during 1985-87.
She had died years ago just down the hill from her house. She had a heart
attack in her car going home and went off the bridge. During the time we
lived there we saw her many times. We had to rearrange the furniture in the
living room because people could see her reflection in the window glass.
At first we all thought she was outside trying to get in. One night i realized
she was inside walking right past us. We saw her reflection in the windows.
She formed a bond with my oldest son, i would hear her at night talking and
go into the boy's room and my oldest son; who was then 4, would be awake
and i would ask him who was in there talking to him and he would tell me
the red-haired lady. Eventually we moved out of her house and we moved back
in with my mother. Not long after that i heard my son talking to someone.
I went in their room and asked him who he was speaking to. He told me the
red-haired lady. She had come with him. Many of my friends here have seen
her as well she is quite a prankster. she likes to stick her hand and arm
or one of her legs out of the wall in the hallway where it can be seen in
the living room. Some people don't find that funny but we all do. We have
about 4 others here as well but none so remonstrative as my great grandmother.
I know she is here to watch over the boys and protect and help them. We are
okay with that. My oldest son is the one she talks to. He quit talking to
her for a while and she became much more noticeable. He has since started
acknowledging her presence and she feels much happier now.

Although I have never had any first hand experiences I have still had
many people tell me their first hand experiences. I am only 18 years old
but have had a deep interest in the paranormal (ghosts) since I was about
8 years old. I am going to try and write as many stories as I possibly can
but bare with me as I have to change the names to respect peoples privacy.

When an aunt suddenly died of cancer the house in which she used to
live began to have strange things occurring. At first everything was quiet
until the youngest son became very ill. His temperature became extremely
high for a case of flue. As he lay on his bed having difficulty breathing,
he saw his paper aeroplane which, was hanging in the hallway rapidly start
moving at high speeds in all directions. You may think that this doesn't
mean anything but when there was no draft around at all then there is something
for the little kid to be frightened literally half to death.

Putting that down to some not present wind, The family tried to continue
with 'normal average family life'. One of the daughters went to hospital
for a minor operation and when she came home to recover, she awoke in the
middle of the night and felt very thirsty so was going down to the kitchen
to get herself a glass of water. When she got into the kitchen she was filling
her glass from the sink when she heard her name being called. When she looked
up at the window directly above her head, she saw an image of an old man.
It was a very old man with white hair, a long white beard and long fingernails.
He was calling her name and using his hands to call her towards him. She
frantically started screaming as he was floating about a metre or two above
the floor and he knew her name. The image was moving backwards as if to vanish
slowly into the background hoping that she will somehow follow. She screamed
and screamed until her other sister woke up and helped her to get up and
away fr!

om the kitchen. When she later told the rest of the family what it
was that she saw nobody believed her. They all thought it may be a delayed
effect of some medication she had previously but she was adamant that she
saw it in full consciousness. (Another friend of mine, totally unrelated
to this story and family told me once that she had seen a very similar man
once who nearly frightened her half to death too. This happened when she
was taking the rubbish out in the daytime. She saw the image of an old man
on the garage door, floating above the floor. The description of the man,
and what was happening i.e. the fading and repeatedly calling her name for
her to follow him, was very similar to what I have just said. This girl was
in a different city totally although it happened at maybe around the same
time.).

Although you may be thinking that this must be a one off happening
for the previous family, Many other unexplainable things happened. For example,
when in the kitchen listening to music alongside cooking, the music would
suddenly change. The tape of old songs would not even have to be in the system
but old music would still be heard coming from it, until the stop button
was pressed. This old music would be of the type their deceased mother would
listen to. Also when the front-room remains closed for a few hours during
the day especially, on walking in to it you can smell a sweet rosy smell
and also the room goes from stone cold the instant you walk in to a warmer
temperature.

The few times I had visited and stayed over prior to knowing about
any of these experiences I only felt a sense of fear. I, for some unknown
reason was scared of looking in the mirrors upstairs as I felt I was being
watched. After finding this out it may have explained a little bit but it
didn't make me feel any better.

I am really sorry if this is not as frightening as a lot of the others
that I have read here on this page but I felt that I should contribute. If
anyone else has had any similar experiences, or has any comments or explanations
then please do mail me at the above address. Also sorry if it is a little
long!

In San Bernardino Ca. I was employed by Nautilus aerobics plus.After
working there for a short time the other employees stared to tell me of the
ghost who would come to play raquetball at night.The story was that there
was a member who used to play everyday at the club ,he never missed his
raquetball game.

I was never sure if he actually died at the club or on his way to the
club but he had a massive heart attack and died.shortly after the floor in
the court he always played in started to warp for no reason . lights started
to blow up in the sockets,electricians came in and could find nothing wrong
with the lights. The court was court number five his friends bought him a
plauqe with his name on it and had it placed on the wall outside of his court
.

someone decided to change the court numbers around in hopes of stopping
the events. the lights and floor stopped having there occruences but others
started.It was said you could hear him play ball at night.I myself never
doubted the existence of ghosts I always said if I had proof one way or the
other I would then decide. My friend and I decided to go in late one night
and find out for sure.My friend,his wife and myself went to the club one
saturday at about midnight and waited . The hallway to the courts had two
red doors that were closed at night we went upstairs to thee overhead observing
areas and waited. After about 10-15 minutes we heard the doors open and close,
we thought our boss had come by to see what was going on so we went downstairs
turned on the lights to see. No one else was in the club but us.We then turned
the lights back off and went back upstairs.There were seven courts,after
about 4-5 minutes we heard a ball hit one time through each court.He seemed
to be selecting a court. he chose the 3rd court.He then set his can of balls
down and proceded to play.Being a raquetball player myself I know what the
ball sounds like and this is what we were hearing the distinctive sound of
a raquetball being hit.you could hear his sneakers squeak agaisnt the wooden
floor and his raquet making contact with the wall. I strained to "see" who
was in the court but I knew it was empty of any "body".From that point on
I was a believer.The remainder of the time I worked there I heard,felt, and
knew George was there. He would roam the halls play ball and ocassionally
turn off the lights on employees. I thank you for this opportunity to relay
my story to others who share in my and our beliefs and I hope you enjoy and
can use my story.

This happened in Memphis. (I wish people would at least tell the state
where there stories take place. It makes it more interesting to me.)

I've had a couple of different visits over the years. I'd like to
relate two of them.

The first happened in 1977. My ex-husband and I were having a great
deal of problems in our second year of marriage. The biggest part of the
problem lied my feet at that time.

His mother had passed away when he was three years old. I think the
things that took place at this time were her being there for her son. She
wanted him to know she was watching over him.

One night, I was in the living room watching t.v. He was taking a
shower in the master bath.

When he was finished with his shower, he came into the living room
still mostly wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. He was smiling and
asked, "What were you trying to do, scare me?" I asked what he meant since
I had done nothing, I had not even gotten up off of the couch since he started
his shower. He continued........ "Next time, throw bills." Now I was REALLY
confused. I giggled and asked what he meant. He opened his hand and in
it he held three brand new shiny pennies. Again I asked, "What are you talking
about?" He told me that I had thrown the pennies in at him during his shower.
I giggled again. And again he told me to "throw bills next time." At that
time, I saw that he was serious, that this had taken place. I told him,
I promised him, that I had not thrown the pennies in at him. It took a few
seconds, but it sunk in......I had not done this. He knew if I promised
that I was telling the truth. Nothing much was said about this after that
night.

Not too long after that, we had a serious argument late one night.
We had gone to bed, but we were trying to get it straight before we fell
asleep that night. We were really afraid we were not going to make the marriage
work. We both said some pretty hateful things that night. I took my wedding
band and engagement ring off and tossed them about two feet. They hit the
wall. When they hit, we both started to cry. We really started not only
to get THAT argument straight, but we fixed the marriage, too. It lasted
another nine years.

I got up to look for my rings. The wedding band was no where to be
found. We never did find it. We about tore up that corner of the room looking
for it. We even pulled the carpet back. No wedding band. I vacuumed the
carpet and then emptied the bag and sifted through its contents........
Nothing! We had no pets that may have gotten hold of it. There was no logical
reason for us not to find it, but we never did. We looked again when we
moved.......no wedding band!!!! So, to mark the beginning of us starting
over, we got new bands.

In between the shower and the ring occurrences, I saw a filmy figure
float down our hall. I followed it and it vanished when it got to our
bedroom.

As I said, I fully believe it was his mother watching over her son.
At that time, the problem lay almost solely at my feet. After we fixed
our broken marriage, she never showed again. Our next set of problems, the
one that tore us apart, was strictly him. I assume that is why she didn't
show up then.

Then, in 1982, we moved into a huge two-story duplex. I loved the
place. It was a big comfortable home.

After we had been there about a month, I lay in bed trying to go to
sleep, recounting the days events.

I heard a child crying. It was about 1:00 a.m. and had been going
on for a good 10 or 15 minutes. I knew no small child should be outside
for that length of time at that time of the morning. The duplexes were separated
by carports, no connecting walls. So it was really like two separate homes.
So it certainly wasn't anything I was hearing through the walls. My husband
was asleep. I saw no reason to wake him over this. He had to get up and
go to work.

I lay there and listened. It was very faint at first. It got louder,
but only a very little bit. Just loud enough for me to realize where it
was coming from. That place was our closet. The child sounded scared and
oh, SO unhappy. The cry itself didn't allow me to distinguish whether this
was a little girl or a little boy. I just knew in my heart that this was
a VERY sad, VERY lonely little girl.

For some time, that is all that took place. She would just cry each
night in our closet. Mark (my ex) never heard her and thought I was quite
possibly going of the edge. That did not bother me. I knew what I heard
each night. It was heart-wrenching, knowing I could do nothing to comfort
this poor child.

If I remember correctly, the next thing was the "cold spot" in the
hallway upstairs. She never left the upstairs part of the house. I could
always "feel" her when I was upstairs, but never on the lower level. Anyway,
our laundry room was up there in the middle of the hallway. I was doing
laundry and backed up to fold a towel. When I did, I stepped into a spot
that felt like someone had opened the front door on a slightly cold winters
day. It was at that time that I started "feeling" her with me whenever I
was upstairs or in the attic.

The next thing, which I think is so cute, was her waking me up each
and every morning.

I have lupus. I tell you this so hopefully you won't get the wrong
idea about my sleep habits. It causes extreme fatigue and you need more
rest than some. Anyway, I would come downstairs each morning when Mark would
leave for work and go back to sleep on the couch in the den. (I'm afraid
in any two-level home fearing an intruder and I wouldn't hear in time if
I'm asleep upstairs) And, as I said, this place was huge.

It started about two months after her first sad cries from the closet.
She would knock twice on the ceiling above my head each morning at exactly
9:57. I guess she felt I'd slept long enough and I had to agree with her.
I always got up then.

I would talk to her. It got to a point that I felt as though she were
my own. I loved having her there with me. I never saw her, but my sister
did.

She was visiting about six months into all of this. I took her upstairs,
showed her the closet and the cold spot (which she felt). She could "feel"
her presence as strongly as I did.

When we were through, we went downstairs and sat at the bottom of the
stairs, about 3 or 4 stairs up. I had a full length mirror at the bottom
facing the stairs. We sat there and talked about the "whys," the "maybes,"
the "could be's" and "what if's" of this child. I was in mid-sentence when
my sister grabbed my leg and said, "LOOK." I turned and looked up the stairs
instead of looking in the mirror. I saw nothing and asked her, "Look at
what?" She said "oh, she's gone." She had seen her in the mirror. She
told me she had long dark hair, about four inches below her shoulder. Very,
very sad and dark eyes. She didn't have her head tilted to look down at
us, just downcast eyes; sad, sad eyes. She had on a blue dress from around
the 1890s- 1900s. The little girl did not move an inch. But my sister looked
up the stairs when I did and when she looked back at the mirror, she was
gone. That was the one and only time she presented herself. I wanted so
badly to see her. I don't know if she lived on that land or not. There
was a cemetery about 700-1000 yards back behind the property. I would love
for someone to tell me how to go about finding out what has been on that
land. I know it may sound silly, But I know NOTHING about how to do this.
I still feel such a connection to this child. I was hoping she would come
with me when we moved, but she stayed in her home.

I'll tell this one last thing and then I'll close and keep my hopes
up that maybe someone can help me.

I had the feeling for the longest time that she died in a fire and
the feeling was a very strong one. Then I had a dream one afternoon while
napping on the couch. I dreamed I was asleep on the couch. The floor of
the lower level of the duplex was on fire. Now the fire was strange. It
looked like 1000s and 1000s of pilot lights about 3/4 of an inch high. The
flames had yellow, blue and a pinkish-purple color in each one....... Not
assorted colored flames. I could NOT move. ALL my energy was completely
zapped. My strength----------GONE! And on top of all of that, I could barely
breathe. I never saw her in my dream, but she was there.....near to me.
I knew I had to help her. I tried and tried. I fought HARD to get up off
of the couch......trying desperately to breathe. I could not even manage
to sit up. There was no crying, no talking, not a whimper. Not a sound
at all from her, but I knew she needed my help. I was running completely
out of air and felt as though I was very near death when I woke up. I had
a hard time being able to tell the dream from reality since I was really
napping on the couch and dreamed I was napping on the couch. Also, I had
NO strength, No energy, And could barely breath when I woke up. I had to
fight for air. I could not get up off the couch for a good while. When
I did manage to move, I was only able to roll off the couch and land on my
knees where I remained for about 15 minutes before being able to stand.
My lungs ached. It was a LONG while before I felt normal, I know it was
a good 2 hours before I could breath and move normally.

That never happened again (thank the good Lord). But to this day,
if I voice the dream to anyone, I go through the breathing problem all over
again. It is not to the extent of the dream or what I went through upon
awakening, But it does cause difficulty in my breathing. Even though, I
do not like to speak of it. But, I do wonder if this was how she died and
did her mother have the problem that I did and was not able to rescue her
beautiful little daughter.

This is the first time I've told this to anyone outside of very close
friends and family. Not because I don't want to talk about her, because
I would to anyone that would listen. But I know there are a lot of people
who would not believe and I don't have the time to try and explain that it
is fact. I don't owe this to anyone. But I would love to speak to anyone
that does believe. I miss my sad little girl. I wonder if she is still
wondering around sad and lonely or has she found her way to a happier time
and place. I wish her well..........I wish her the happiness that she most
greatly deserves.

Again, thanks in advance to anyone that can give me the information
I need.

I'm 15 years old, and my bedroom is haunted. We moved in two years
ago. The last owners daughter died in a car accident about a mile or two
away. So I get to live in her room. Many things happen in my room

1: Lights flicker. When I am in my room alone the light bulbs fall
from their sockets or they go on and off.

2: Closet door wont stay closed. Even if I put my dresser in front
of it, it will be open in the morning

3: Strange light. At night when everyone is asleep (even me) a strange
light darts across my room. That wakes me up and then it disappears

4: Figure. A young girl looks at me. That really creeps me out

So that is why my room might be haunted. The ghost is not evil but
she is not good either.

My family inherited a really old house last year, its an old plantation.
When we moved in we found a piano in the upstairs, it was a baby grand but
in very bad shape. We fell in love with the piano and had it rebuilt. We
put it in the downstairs parlor and there I would practice on it every day
after school, one night after i went to bed i heard the piano start playing..at
first i thought it was the cat walking across the keys because it was a jambled
up mess of notes, but then it turned into a classical peice...and it kept
playing and playing. I was the only one at home and i thought it was a robber
or some theif, so i didnt dare go downstairs, i stayed in my room for about
30 minutes, but then i got really really curious and decided to risk it and
take a peek to see what was going on...when i stepped out of my room the
playing stopped and i went downstairs to see a really old book on the stand
that i had never seen, i played the first couple notes and sure enough it
was the first notes of the song i had heard..I than felt this really wierd
feeling and it got real cold so i put the book back on the stand and went
back to bed....the next morning i told my brother and my parents but nobody
beleived me, so i went to get the book and it wasnt there, Ive never seen
the book since, but there was a tear of a page that had some of the notes
on it from the song, i showed them and they STILL didnt beleive me......OH
well, i still play the piano, and i dont know if the Ghost does or
not.

In Opelousas,Louisiana, Brittany,my sister's friend,lives in a haunted
house.Her house is in front of a graveyard that has a grave that glows every
night.The name on the grave has been erased over the years because it has
been aging.The ghost of that grave lives up stairs,where Brittany's bedroom
is.Brittany has seen the ghost shoving her stuff off her dresser when she
was done putting it up there and the ghost also unplugs her radio at
night.Now,the ghost doesn't show up as much,but it's grave still glows.

Also,in Opelousas,Louisiana,there is a house that me and
my friend ride to alot.We liked exploring the house until we noticed that
the attic started to make sounds like someone was walking around in the attic.We
both didn't want to see what it was,but I was curious and wanted to see what
was up there.I asked my friend to give me a boost and she did.I saw a greenish
colored light in the shape of a man.I told my friend what I saw when I got
down and then she looked and saw it,too.We still ride bikes on the street
and pass in front of the house and every time we do,we see the ghost staring
at us through the front window.

Also in Opelousas,my friend,also my neighbor which
is the one who I saw the ghost with,has a ghost problem,but not a person
ghost ,but a pet ghost,a pet that I knew.Her dog,Buster,was a little,black
dog that she loved very much.She even put a basket on her bike to put Buster
in.Well,anyway,Buster got runover and was still alive for awile,just enough
for him to make it to her back door.When he reached her back door,he just
fell over,dead as a doornail.Frances,my friend,cried the whole day.About
a week later,me and Frances were playing in the backyard until we heard a
crash in the barn.It wasn't any rat because the mess could only have been
done by a little dog.When we left the barn,we saw Buster running toward us
we knew that that would have to be impossible because Buster had already
been burried in a box that was nailed shut.As Buster was running toward us,he
was disappearing into thin air,but when I left,she called me on the phone
just to talk and while we were talking,a small dog was barking up stairs.I
asked her if that was a new dog and she said that if she got a new dog,that
would be the first thing she'd tell me.As years passed by,the dog left,but
would come back on the anniversary of his death.

Even at schools there are ghosts, just like my old elementary
school,Grolee Elementary,which is also in Opelousas.In the 1800s,there used
to be a cemetary where the Grolee building is.Now,the ghosts of the cemetary
are haunting Grolee.I don't know if they still are because I don't go there
anymore,but I will find out.Well,back when I was in the third grade,We used
to haev freaky things happening in the class.Once,all of the doors and windows
in the classroom shut all at the same time.In the fourth grade,my principal's
picture has a mysterious shadowy type person standing on his right side in
the picture.This was announced on the intercom one day at school.Also,on
the playground,I saw a shadowy figure of a girl hang by a rope from a tree.In
the sixth grade,everything on the top shelf flew off the shelf and shattered
all over the floor.For everything,there was no explanation except that the
school had a poltergeist problem.

my mom passed away recently. I have always been a ghost buff, so I
took all kinds of pictures at her house and my aunts. I have some preety
good pictures. also my mom was a buff on glass bells, she was buried with
the one she loved the most .my dad has a shrine set up for her with a bell
sitting at the desk ,well yesterday me and my husband and my grandson and
my dad were all sitting at the kitchen table, and low and behold the bell
on the desk in the other room started ringing without being moved?

My name is Bette and I live with my mom in Connecticut. We live in
a house that was built around 1920. My whole family has experienced some
very strange goings on in this house. It did not start until my dad was killed
in an accident at work. My parents were not even married a year. They worked
together at the same factory where he was killed. My grandparents came to
live with us after it happened, my mom took it really hard. The nights of
the wake is when it first started. My grandparents were sleeping in the living
room and I came downstairs because I could not sleep. I cannot remember the
reason why. I layed on the living room rug, nanna on the couch, Grampa on
a roll away. You could here someone walking across the floor upstairs. I
asked my grandparents if they could hear it too, they told me not to worry,
it was just my dad. The weirdest thing was there is no floor above where
we heard the walking. Part of the living room was extended out from an old
sun portch and what is above the ceiling is just the outside roof that just
slants down. That was only one thing. Another is within that year my grandmother
went in the hospital with cancer. My grandfather was getting ready to go
see her. he was in our bathroom.He had a heart attack and died on the bathroom
floor. My mom found him. During the days of his wake, I woke up from a sound
sleep only to feel the end of my mattress starting to go down as if someone
just sat down. I was petrified and ran downstairs crying. Sixteen days later
my grandmother died in the hospital. My mother and father used to have this
thing when they gave each other cards at the end they would sign it 4:00a.m..
It was something they shared between them. I can't tell you how many times
my mother has heard either a solid knock at her bedroom door which she keeps
shut at night or someone tapping her shoulder all about the same time . My
mothers old boyfriend died on the living room rug(alcoholic).I sleep on the
couch at night (disability reason). One night I had the pillow on my stomach
and I was wide awake and something yanked on the pillow really hard.My cat
sits on the back of the couch and will stare at the corner of the wall and
the ceiling for 15 min. at a time then his eyes will move like he is watching
something that is walking up the stairs. Before I became disabled, I would
not sleep upstairs anymore. I just was overwhelmed with this god awful feeling
that still scares the hell out of me! My nephew who was14 at the time he
moved in with us(2 years ago) has had his own scares and also has had his
own experiences upstairs. We both went to bed and the 2 rooms are side by
side. We both laid in our beds listening to some strange knocking sounds.Joey
is his name.One time he stayed at his mothers when my mom was in the hospital.
I was sleeping upstairs.A loud voice(male)yelled my name as plain as day,woke
me right up. I started screaming for my mom to come upstairs. I guess I was
in shock because I forgot she was not at home. It was that day since I did
not sleep upstairs anymore! I had a party at my house 6 years ago. I brought
my friends down cellar to show them my weights and exercise equipment. There
was this one kid Frankie that was suddenly so quite and then out of nowhere
says this house is haunted and wanted to get back upstairs. He did not know
about anything that had ever gone on in the house. I found that to be disturbing.
There was also one time we were gone all day, the cat was alone in the house.
When we came home and unlocked the door the cat just about clawed his way
out before we could open the door. He booked like he was scared out of his
witts!! He was never a very timid cat, but now the slightest movement or
loud noise sets him off. I don't know what is going on here and I'm not sure
I want too, but if it was just me that has seen or heard it, I would probably
dismiss it as an over active immagination, but it is not. I know this is
gonna sound strange but would it have anything to do with my Dads untimely
death? Or the deaths in the house? I even went as far as thinking it was
because our house number is 66 and we are the 6th house on the right. My
mom is very level headed and old fashioned. She now would like to know if
there is something going on? We don't say too much to anyone about it because
Joey is under our foster care and we don't want to loose him because people
might think we are losing it. I don't think my cat will ever be the same!

I have always been a little sensitive to things sometimes its bothersome
but other times it just becomes somthing I have learned to accept.... One
of my stories is on this site but this is the newest experience.

Recently we moved into an old home out in the country not far from
were I was raised. Now I will add before I go further that I have not had
experiences with "ghosts" if you will in a long time My "gift " manifests
itself in other ways most of the time... Anyway the other night got a phone
call from a relitive as I almost always do I started to go outside with the
phone to have my smoke ( bad habbit ) Anyway it was about 9ish at night
and the door was closed As I went to turn the door It was as if Someone or
somthing was pulling on it from the other side Like it was locked or somthing!!!!
Try as I would it just would not open! Just as I was about to give up and
ask my husband to open it....I looked down and the knob just turned! Then
I tried the door agian and it worked!

I thought nothing of it, in fact as I said before you become used to
it that is till I started to remmber back to a night a few weeks back when
we were all out on the front porch ( we being my husband his buddy and I
) anyway.. We live on a main road .. we were relaxed just enjoying the summer
night and getting a little drunk when we started to talk of ghost's and such
I mentioned at that point that I got the "feeling" that a man in his mid
30's or so was across the road, My husband knows me so he didnt make fun
of me but his friend was telling me to tell it to give him a sign you know
"I dont belive it if I cant see it person" well being in the present state
I was not about to toy with it not having my wits with me and besides I DONT
MESS WITH THINGS I DONT UNDERSTAND PERIOD! so I just blew it off but i could
not shake the feeling.

Back to the present, I was at my neighbors house telling her about
the door and she turned and yelled to her husband "hey!! How old was that
guy who killed himself on the road??? "He answered late 20's!!!!! Now here
husband has lived here in the area since childhood I guess some guy about
20 years back or so ran his car into a tree going about 80 mph ! so hard
was the impact that it knocked the headlights intact right out of the car!!

It was at this point all of it kinda feel into place, Now I dont know
if that was the guy I was "picking up on " nor do I know if thats who did
not want me to go outside.. but little things have been happening ever since
and I know being that had not ever heard that story ..... I grew up a good
20 miles from here!

Oh well not as interesting as the other one but I thought you would
enjoy it :)

I am a believer of spirits, ghost, as well as God. I've had a couple
of experiences myself. I remember one, in Jacksonville in Florida. My family
and I were moving into a new house from NY (and we just moved back to NY
about a week ago) and we were staying at a Holiday Inn in Jacksonville until
we could find a house to live in. We weren't there long, I think about 2
or 3 weeks. Anyway, I remember waking up one morning, it was 6:24am (I remember
looking at the clock), and I saw my parents and siblings were sleeping.
Then I saw some light next to the bed, and it was still dark outside. After
a couple seconds it took a figure. It looked like an alien-shaped figure
to me. It was a blue-white glowing color, and you could see through it a
little, but it was mostly solid. It had a weird shaped face, with a big
head and big eyes..I've actually seen the face on some books written about
aliens. It had 4 or 5 fingers..very long fingers. It lifted up it's left
hand and it seemed to be waving to me. Me, being terrified (I was about
9 years old), put the covers over my face. About 10 seconds later, I peaked
a little, and I could still see a glow. So then I prayed that God take the
ghost away, and then I peaked again. I didn't see anything, so I took the
covers off my face, and it was gone. Then I jumped in the bed my mom and
dad were in, and went to sleep there. Looking back, I'm not sure why I didn't
scream, or wake up my parents and let them see it. My mom says she also
remembers waking up one night and seeing one of the pictures hanging above
the beds glowing. Since I've been 12 I've been wanting to see another ghost,
and try to talk to it and help it if it needs it. I haven't had any encounters
since. I really don't know if that was a ghost of a human, or maybe a ghost
of some other kind of being, or maybe a hologram of an outer-space creature.
I also remember a siting..when I was being baptised at my church when I
was 6 or 7, I remember looking up right after the water was put on me into
one of the windows, right in front of me. I saw a black spirit, holding
something in it's hand..looked like some kind of knife or a dagger. I saw
my shadow, and it looked like it was trying to stab into me. Like it just
got kicked out of my body and it was trying to get back in.